"Wh- no." Not that he's heard about. There are the concentration camps, those nightmare photos in the files, but quarantines and illness, no.

What he goes on to say from there is even worse. Steve listens in silence, imagination serving him poorly as it tries to paint an image of the world Thomas describes. "No. No Scorch. No... Cranks. No quarantines. We were fighting the Nazis."

And Hydra, but classified information is still classified information.